- RIGHT, HARDY ? - YES, SIR.

THE GREATEST GAME THERE WILL EVER BE.

JUST YOU AND THE BALL.

ALL BY YOUR LONESOME.

I THINK IT'S TIME.

- TIME FOR WHAT ? - TIME FOR YOU TO SEE THE FIELD.

THE FIELD ? I SEE THE FIELD. IT'S 445 YARDS LONG.

IT'S GOT A LITTLE RED FLAG AT THE END OF IT. IT'S 12 STROKES AHEAD OF ME.

COME ON.

THAT AIN'T IT.

'CAUSE IF YOU WAS SEEIN' THE FIELD, YOU WOULDN'T BE HACKIN' AT THAT BALL...

LIKE YOU WAS CHOPPIN' WEEDS OUT FROM UNDER YOUR FRONT PORCH.

JUST GIMME THE CLUB.

SORRY I BRING IT UP. HERE. YOU GONNA TAKE THAT. HACK AWAY.

[ Spectators Chattering ]

ALL RIGHT. WHAT'S THE FIELD ?

FIX YOUR EYES ON BOBBY JONES.

HERE'S A PIECE OF WORK HERE RIGHT NOW.

GIVE THE MAN ROOM.

KNOCK IT OUT THERE, BOBBY.

[ Bagger ] LOOK AT HIS PRACTICE SWING.

ALMOST LIKE HE'S SEARCHIN' FOR SOMETHIN'.

THEN HE FINDS IT.

WATCH HOW HE SETTLE HISSELF RIGHT INTO THE MIDDLE OF IT.

FEEL THAT FOCUS.

HE GOT A LOT OF SHOTS HE COULD CHOOSE FROM.

DUFFS AND TOPS AND SKULLS.

BUT THERE'S ONLY ONE SHOT THAT'S IN PERFECT HARMONY WITH THE FIELD.

ONE SHOT THAT'S HIS... AUTHENTIC SHOT.

AND THAT SHOT IS GONNA CHOOSE HIM.

THERE'S A PERFECT SHOT OUT THERE TRYIN' TO FIND EACH AND EVERY ONE OF US.

ALL WE GOTTA DO IS GET OURSELVES OUT OF ITS WAY.

LET IT CHOOSE US.

MM. LOOK AT HIM. HE IN THE FIELD.

CAN'T SEE THAT FLAG AS SOME DRAGON YOU GOT TO SLAY.

YOU GOT TO LOOK WITH SOFT EYES.

AND SEASONS...

AND THE TURNIN' OF THE EARTH...

ALL COME TOGETHER.

WHERE EVERYTHING THAT IS...

BECOMES ONE.

YOU GOT TO SEEK THAT PLACE WITH YOUR SOUL, JUNUH.

SEEK IT WITH YOUR HANDS. DON'T THINK ABOUT IT.

FEEL IT. YOUR HANDS IS WISER THAN YOUR HEAD EVER GONNA BE.

I CAN'T TAKE YOU THERE, JUNUH.

JUST HOPES I CAN HELP YOU FIND A WAY.

JUST YOU, THAT BALL,

THAT FLAG,

AND ALL YOU ARE-- SEEK IT WITH YOUR HANDS.

DON'T THINK ABOUT IT. FEEL IT. YOU'RE LOOKIN' AT IT, JUNUH.

[ Bagger's Voice Echoing ]

YOUR AUTHENTIC SWING. THAT FLAG.

AND ALL THAT YOU ARE.

EVEN A BLIND SQUIRREL FINDS AN ACORN NOW AND THEN, BOBBY.

[ Narrator ]

JUNUH KEPT ASKING QUESTION AFTER QUESTION ABOUT THE FIELD,

WHILE BAGGER JUST ACTED LIKE NOTHIN' MUCH HAD HAPPENED...

AND KEPT MAKIN' REMARKS ABOUT HOW MUCH HAGEN'S SOCKS MUST HAVE COST...

AND HOW LONG TO DRY TOBACCO LEAVES BEFORE THEY MAKE A GOOD SMOKE.

BUT SOMEHOW, IN THE MIDDLE OF IT ALL,

JUNUH STARTED PLAYIN' GOLF.

[ Cheering ]